By Pat Gillespie
It was a rainy morning. The day started when my cousin, Mike, woke me up. After getting ready, Mike, my dad and I went off to hunt. This was my first time turkey hunting. We went out to the area that my cousin picked out and set up the blind. I knew it was going to be a good day when I heard a gobbler headed our way.
My cousin called, "Yelp, yelp, yelp," and we waited in the blind for a response. The turkey responded; however, it didn't pursue us further. We heard a few more turkeys throughout the early morning, but we were unable to draw them to us. Later, Mike threw out another call and received a response way off in the distance. A few minutes passed and he called again. This time we heard another response from the gobbler -- even closer this time! We wait as a few more minutes passed. "GOBBLE! GOBBLE!" We heard the turkey as it moved closer, just around the bend.
"He is either going to come over the hill through the pines or down the trail," Mike whispered.
"Pat, get your gun up," he said. I did, quietly. After a couple minutes, Mike asked, "Do you see him?"
"No," I said, as I watched the pine-covered hill.
"He's coming down the trail right towards us."
I switched my eyes from the pines to the trail and saw him walking down the path towards us. I quietly took the safety off. The turkey looked at our decoy and started to strut. He continued to strut now and again but kept heading down the trail towards us. At first, I didn't take the shot, because there was heavy brush. I waited until he moved into a narrow space, where I had a clear shot.
"BANG!" I quickly reloaded; however, there was no need, because the turkey was dead. I put the safety back on, and the three of us went over and saw him on the ground. We started shouting with joy.
This turkey had a 9½-inch beard and nearly 1-inch spurs. The whole thing was awesome, and I was excited that I shot a gobbler on my first turkey-hunting trip. I can't wait for next year!